Zanya’s fingers settled on her hips and flexed slightly, tugging her closer. “You said you find him attractive.” A weak word for the molten fire that burned in Sachi when Ash whispered her name. “Because I do.” Zanya’s lips feathered across her cheek, tracing a sweet path to her ear. “And you like the way he touches you?” “I wish he’d do it more. But he thinks I’m fragile.” Sachi shivered. “You could show him how mistaken he is.”
